About as committed as I am to anything else...

I think my commitment to this blog probably mirrors my commitment in relationships - pretty piss poor. Never mind.

So, in a Twitter stylee (yes, I have succumbed - @catrionahelen - in my defence my dad’s on there. And David Ford. So it can’t be all bad) here is the last 2 months summed up in 140 (ish) characters: finishing uni - massive anti-climax, not enough celebrating, staring down the barrel, bit of a life crisis.

Yeah, quarter life crisis. They exist. Although I really don’t intend to live to 80. And everything people say about how hard it is to find a job right now - totally 100% true. C’est impossible. I’m not even going to get into it otherwise I will descend into (further) madness.

I’ve been attempting to produce the festival programme for Glade. Biggest nightmare EVER. Talk about too many cooks, there are about 4 guys who *think* they’re in charge, and refuse to communicate with each other. If I didn’t actually have the pressure of needing to produce something at the end the whole episode would be pretty damn hilarious.

I am washing my hands of it come Monday. No doubt it’ll rumble on for at least another month whilst they change their minds, change it back again, and maybe even cut a stage or two. But it costs me £8 every time they implement a little change, and HSBC are not happy with me as it is, and quite frankly after 3 weeks of it I think I’ve had my fill of dance, dub-step and breaks. And no, I won’t be taking them up on the offer of a free ticket, thank you very much. God knows what a bunch of ravers would do to a little indie girl like me. Probably daub me in neon paint and tie me to a totem pole.

The new and long awaited My Latest Novel album is amazing. Those guys really know how to mix up rhythms with amazing results. Who would’ve thought a change from 3 to 4 time could actually make you cry? Not me. And who doesn’t love a Scottish accent.

Also Drever McCusker and Woomble are playing the Wimbourne Folk Festival. Amazing! I was speculating if they’d actually get someone decent, and there they are! Cannot wait. Roddy Woomble in Wimbourne. Quite the juxtaposition. And also alliteration.

So, to end this brief flurry of excitement and commitment, I’m decamping to Twitter, my new love, at least for this week.